the child and society
Growing up in Brooklyn was never always an easy thing to go through; however, it did have its moments. There were the summer time games of stick ball and rat tag, corner cards and dice, but what brought a smile to Tony's face the most as he sat reminiscing the days gone by, was the people. The people were always great, they had their faults and issues, but they were his people, and this was his home. And, as Tony sat on his balcony in the same old wooden chair his father use to sit on all those years ago, he felt at ease, a surge of wisdom running thru his mind as he stared onto the streets of his neighborhood. Some children gathered around a fire hydrant shooting water out of one spout, in their shorts, as he had at the same hydrant all those years ago. That hydrant was always easy to open. The old men sat out side Vito's Deli playing checkers and talking politics. Vito died many years before, but the men still came and the name never changed. The younger men, slicked back hair, leather jackets and smoking non-stop sat out side the local pool hall and bar, whistling at the young gi
Nikki introduced him to Sol, who owned the pool hall and other shops in the area. The neighbors took care of Maria now. He wanted the fancy car and nice big house with maids and servants, and he set his mind on getting all of it. It was then that Franco had his heart attack. She had said to him that day, "life is like a wheel, every one occupies a space there, and when the wheel moves, sometimes you are on top and other times you are on the bottom, the important thing is to know that you have a place on the wheel, and it's your place, so enjoy it. One day he'll have his own fancy car, nice clothes and a house in Sunset Park. He ran over to Vito's, worked that night but told Vito that he would not work there anymore, that he had a new job. His father still worked at the docs, he was a supervisor now, and the pay was still low, his mother worked from home, sewing for the other people. Tony was sentenced to 30 years in jail. He started his was when he turned sixteen. He had a car now, nothing fancy, but it was his car. He would over see all the crates entering and leaving the warehouse.
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